So Sir Paul is serenading me during soup preparations this evening. He's crooning his way through track six of Kisses on the Bottom, We Three, and every single time I swear I hear the line what good is the moonlight, the silvery moonlight as what good is the moonlight, the serious moonlight. And we thought Strawberry Fields Forever was subliminal. Oy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment